Page 64 of That First Night
“Later.” I press a kiss to her forehead. Not realizing the act of endearment that I just did but fuck, it just comes so naturally with her. Everything does. “I’ll see you when you get home later, right?”
“Of course.” She beams and shoots me a seductive wink. “I look forward to it, Mr. Ford.”
I shake my head and give her a devious glare. My look warns her that ‘you’re going to be in trouble, later’ but the words don’t come out of my mouth. I shoot her a wink and start to head out the door when I hear a giggle come from her as she gets out of the tub.
“Oh, and Thomas?” I stop in my tracks to turn and look at her. “Thank you for that.” Her fingers circle the area where the bathtub is. “Whatever, that was.”
“You mean the orgasm, Peyton?”
She softly giggles again and shrugs her shoulders.
“You’re welcome, Sunshine.”
I’m out the door before she can say anything else. I have to go take care of this hard-on right now and get ready to answer mundane emails all day. My mind is reeling as I walk down the hallway and make my way to the shower. How is everything so easy with her? Is this what a relationship would feel like?
Waking up next to her?
Her making breakfast in the kitchen in her tempting silk pajamas while I kiss her neck?
Orgasms in the bathroom?
Soft kisses to her forehead without thinking about it?
My chest feels tight, and my pulse starts racing at the thought of all of that being a permanent possibility.
She’s inadvertently going to make me fall in love with her, isn’t she?
That scares the shit out of me because the one thing I won’t do islove.
I’m in a dizzy haze driving the expressway to Gigi’s house in Thomas’ fancy SUV he's been letting me use ever since I accepted this job. The truth is, I haven’t used this car at all until today. I’ve been taking the bus to Gigi’s over the last couple of months because I don’t want him to feel like I’m using him. Plus, the weather has been entirely too dreary to drive James to the park on the days that we’re free. However, it’s nice to be in the comfort of a car today.
I continue the drive as my brain goes crazy over the events from the morning. When I woke up early this morning, the other side of my bed was cold when I reached my arm to feel for Thomas. I don’t know when he climbed out of bed, but it must have been early this morning before the sun even came up. I allowed myself to feel disappointed for a brief moment, but the reality of it is that we both had a major moment of weakness. It was very clear that it’s something we both have been craving and wanting to happen. I straight up asked him to fuck me, and he didn’t hesitate when he carried me into bed.
For all I know, this might have been just a one-night thing. I can’t allow my heart to get attached because when it does, it’s only a matter of time before it’s broken.
We didn’t plan on falling asleep in each other's arms, but damn, if it didn’t feel so good to be wrapped in his embrace. He dozed off before I did with his arm wrapped tightly around my back and his hand resting on my bare stomach. It was the most calm and comfortable I have felt in so long. I’ve fallen asleep next to plenty of men before, but I felt like I couldn’t sleep because I was never made to feel important to someone. I’m not even with this man but he makes me feel more important than anyone ever has.
I can’t even explain it.
And what happened this morning in the bathroom? Who am I? I don’t do those types of things. Never once has anyone watched me do that to myself. But Thomas wanted to. He wanted to see me fall apart at the thought of him and his words guiding me over the edge.
He makes me feel sexy, bold, and beautiful. I feel like a butterfly coming out of her cocoon since he’s come into my life.
Above all that, he just makes me feel seen and he does things from his heart. He notices the small things and makes them big things. I am not a girl who needs a designer bag, a fine dining meal at a five-star restaurant or fancy jewelry to feel loved. A simple text, a phone call or doing something that you know I like is all I need. Like the way Thomas will watch a chick-flick with me, even though it’s not his kind of movie. He subjected himself to a total chick movie just to make me happy. Or the way he makes me vegan waffles.
That is what I fall for. The little things.
But I cannot fall for this guy.
I’m pulled from my dream filled daze when James asks for the tenth time if we can get donuts. This kid is seriously obsessed with donuts. I can’t fault him for it, honestly. His favorite is glazed with vanilla icing and sprinkles. And I’ve gotta agree with him. They are the best ones.
“Not this morning, bud,” I say to him as I look out the front window. “But we’re going to stop for bagels! Gigi loves bagels.”
“Oh yes,” he squeals in excitement. “I love me some bagels and cheese cream.”
I laugh at him and shake my head as I continue to drive the expressway.
We stop and grab a dozen bagels and when we’re about five minutes from her house, my phone rings loudly over the fancy car speakers. I didn’t realize my phone was automatically connected when I didn’t do anything to connect it. Hmm. That’s weird.
